Vita, Amore, Resita- Life, love, laughter. (VAR)

A complete rewrite for my other story under the same name.

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Nobody wants to die. And the two unfortunate girls are no excpetions. But death doesn't care; all it wants was your shitty soul, right?

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Lesson 1: There's No Bargaining With Death

I had many names that people like to call me.

Bitch

Arse

Good-for-nothing

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Of course, I had an actual name.

Delia.

Such a delicate name, no? I wasn't sure who gave me that name; the parents who abandoned me at birth or the people of the orphanage.

Not that being an orphan was a bad thing or anything; I just happened to have a short-temper that tends to repel people away from me regardless of their age.

When was the last decent conversation I had with anybody that wasn't behind the computer screen? If you asked me that, I would punch you in the face and spit on you.

Hey, if you're backing away now, I don't blame you.

I don't care if people hated me.

People are all arses.

I'm an arse too.

But of course, I did have something good in my life.

Once a week or so, I would check for updates for my favourite manga.

If I had enough money, I would go to the nearby bookstore to buy the actual manga.

I continued on with my lifestyle for years, the thought of it changing had never crossed my head.

When I heard there was a cup-stacking competition in a school and the grand prize was a coupon for a bookstore that I always visit, I immediately knew what I should do.

Staring at the poster, one thought came across me.

I need a uniform.

A group of students walked out of the school gate, laughing and talking among each other.

I mentally picked out a blonde chick, whose clothing would seem to fit with me.

When she was alone, I approached her.

"Um, hello?"

Raising my fist, I delivered it into her guts.

"A-ACK-"

I watched her hugging her abdomen whilst trembling.

"Give me your uniform." I held out my hand expactantly.

"W-what?"

Ugh. Confused bitch. Did I stutter?

"Sorry-not-sorry."

In the end, I took her uniform, since the participants were only opened for the students there.

Not to brag (Nah) but I'm really good with my hands.

If you know what I mean.

Just kidding, I'm good at those handiworks, but not labour stuff.

I could feel people around me stared at me, dumbfounded as I stacked the cups into a tower and unstacked them. I repeated this process until I got bored.

"W-woah! A-amazing...!"

The crowd's amazement wasn't doing anything to cool down my ego.

A smirk crept out my face.

I laughed mockingly when my opponent was weeping pathetically in front of me in after a humiliating defeat.

"Hahaha, loser!"

I snatched the book coupons and made a run for it just when they thought I didn't look familiar and were starting to question whether I was a student there or not.

Hiding behind the school compound, I mentally counted how many volumes I could buy.

It took a while since I had to actually count properly with my very short knowledge of mathematics.

Ah.

Only one. Whatever, better than none.

I almost fell down when I felt something hit my back. I turned back and saw the boy earlier whose name I had forgotten I saw earlier.

I looked at my back and swore under my breath.

"You have a problem with me, jack arse?!" I groaned. I tried brushing off the dirt of my last good clothing.

Stolen from an innocent girl, yes. But I wasn't going to give it back, so it's mine.

Bloody hell, did this fucking dumbarse have any idea how poor I was?!

"Hell yeah I do! You cheated! You fucktard!" He spat onto the ground next to me.

"It was just a stupid cup-stacking competition! How can you cheat in that?!" I yelled, attracting the attention of the many passer-bys. "Besides, your skills clearly suck!" I stuck out my tongue. I huffed and walked away.

"Hey! Come back here!"

I whirled back to him and grabbed a metal pole on the ground. "You talk to me or ruin my shirt one more time and you'll find yourself handless!" I approached him threateningly, the metal pole dragging on the ground behind me.

The boy yelped. He wanted to say something, but he seemed to remember my threat. He shut his mouth and quickly ran away.

I smirked. I tossed the metal pole away and watched as others winced at the loud 'clang!'

I glared at the passerby.

"Bugger off!" They quickly adverted their gazes and went back to their usual shits.

I didn't give chase to the bloody arse since I had something much more important to do.

Buy KHR manga volume 25.

I quickly ran towards the bookstore. I almost kicked the door opened, but the manager quickly walked out and stopped me.

"Hey! Don't destroy our properties!" The manager barked. "You bloody woman! You still haven't paid off your debt!"

"Yeah, yeah, Clayton." I waved him off and entered the store anyway. He was already used to my attitude anyway.

"Ugh, it's like you're living in a pig-style." Clayton's probably talking about my muddy clothes.

"You know it."

I peered my eyes at the manga section. Ugh, where's the Reborn manga again?

"Yes! You freaking expensive thing!" I quickly grabbed the 25th volume of KHR.

I leaned against the book shelves and began reading it. I squealed every time he made an appearance.

"Bloody hell, Yamamoto! You're so damn cute!" I let out a disgustingly girly squeal. "I wanna hug you to death!"

"Hey, no free reading!" Clayton stomped near me, fuming mad.

"Calm your tits, I'm gonna buy it anyway." I shut the book tight.

"Why are you even buying Japanese?" Clayton asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Because the English version is taking forever to publish, duh." Even though I read them online already, I still liked buying them.

"Sheesh, just buy your comic and leave. You're creeping out my other customers." He groaned.

Offended, I gasped. "It's a manga! Know the bloody difference!" I rolled my eyes. "And mind you, I'm one of your most loyal customers! I even come back to this shitty dump even when you had me out last time!"

"You attacked a customer!" The old guy jabbed his finger at my forehead.

"He was going to steal a book; I fucking swear!"

Anyways, after getting into another argument with him, I finally paid for the manga and left. I took it out and continued reading (read: looking at the pretty drawings) while walking back home.

Even when crossing the road, my eyes never left the book. It was just too addicting. Especially the look in Yamamoto's sexy eyes.

"Hey, kid! Look out!"

I looked up and saw a truck nearing me, honking loudly.

"Fuc-"

I felt my body collided against the vehicle. As soon as I fell onto the ground, intense pain shot into my body.

"Quick, somebody! Call the ambulance!"

The panic screams around me gave me a major headache, as if I wasn't in enough pain. I shut my eyes tight. I could barely breathe, each breath felt like acid making its way into my guts; too much in pain to even care about the collywobbles I felt.

Everything was just a bloody pain until they all turned black.

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In another universe

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My name's Elaine de Falso, and I'm eight years old.

I have loving parents, or at least that's what Rico told me.

Rico is my older brother, whom I love very much! Though Rico tried to be with me as much as possible, he has to work all the time since he was going to be the boss of the family company.

So it's still lonely sometimes.

But I loved every moment I had with Rico. He tried to be with me as much as possible, and that was enough.

"Ela! Stop day dreaming!" The teacher whipped my table with her ruler.

"E-eek! S-sorry!" I squeaked. I was always terrified of her, since she was always targeting me. Maybe it was because I always daydream in class. That and I always got the lowest grades in class (probably in the whole school as well).

The teacher huffed. "What's the answer to the question on the blackboard, Ela?"

I gulped as I looked at the blackboard.

4+5+2=?

"U-uh..." I tried using my fingers, but I found out the answer was more than 10.

I-I can't deal with that...!

"F-fifteen?" I stammered.

"Pfft- what an idiot!" Carla, the mean girl who sat behind me laughed.

The teacher sighed. "Carla, stop making fun of your friend."

I didn't turn around, but I was sure Carla had a look of disgust. I don't know why, but she really hated me.

Waiting for Rico to pick me up from school as usual, I swung my legs as I hummed some random English song I heard on the radio. I don't know much English, but I thought it's very catchy.

Rico was really late today. It happened occasionally, but I didn't dwell on it too much.

I sighed as I looked at the school pool. I remembered how many students were excitedly swimming just now while I was just sitting at the corner all by myself.

I wanted friends, but I was too stupid and shy to make any.

I closed my eyes as I thought of their happy laughter ringing in my ears. Even though I had bad results, I had a really good memory. The teachers said I just never listened in class.

"Hey!" I opened my eyes and saw Carla with her friends behind her.

"What?" I had a bad feeling about this. Carla's smirk scared me. Before I knew it, she pulled me up forcefully by pulling my hair.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

The nearer was dragged to the pool, the more I freaked out. "S-stop! P-please!" I begged.

I heard Carla and her friends' crude laughter as I felt my whole body dunk into the water.